“I always thought you were a sexy man, and when we had our wedding, I appreciated your beauty, but it’s like now that you’re my husband, there’s this much deeper appreciation of you. Something I wasn’t expecting.”
He angles his head, then moves closer, taking my hands. “I know what you mean. Although, I think mine might have more to do with how I almost lost you.”
A thrill courses through me. “I’m still a monster,” I say, and his expression twists. “I just had the thought of how pleased I am to know you would have missed me. The thought of maybe even being tortured by my loss. Suffering because you have such strong feelings for me.”
I caress his cheek, and he turns his head to kiss my palm, his kiss more powerful than any of the painkillers I’ve taken these past few days.
I move quickly, stealing a kiss. No, not stolen, he’s mine now. Taking what’s rightfully mine.
I’ve been so out of it from the medication that we haven’t shared a kiss like this, and it activates something within me, brings me back into my body, pushing back the pain, revitalizing me.
Something feral overcomes me, and I shove him against the wall. We’re all teeth and tongues and lips, swapping frenzied kisses as our bodies make up for lost time. My eyes water from the waves of sensations—desire, pleasure, utter satisfaction.
I cup his crotch, noticing how firm he is, and break our kiss. “Oh, Logan, I haven’t been a good husband to you. And now you’re harder than I’ve ever felt you before.”
His jaw tightens.
“So tense, just been waiting for me to recover, not even jerking yourself off?”
“I wanted to save it for you.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Of course you did.” I firm my grip on his crotch. “You want my cock to be wedged inside you, pushing against that spot as you release all this pent-up frustration…all the stress that’s been balled up inside you since I nearly died.”
He relaxes against the wall. “Hell, Killian. Don’t tease me. You’re not strong enough to fuck me.”
I rest my hand on his neck, running my thumb across his flesh. “Oh, I’m certain I can muster the strength for this.”
I wouldn’t have said as much right after getting out of bed, but as usual, Logan provokes this part of me that wants to dominate him. And it’s clear how much he wants to be dominated.
My fingers make quick work of his fly before I drag his pants down and slide my hand under his briefs, gripping that thick shaft.
“You’ve…been so…good to me,” I tell him between kisses. “Tended to my every need, catered to every request. Let me return the favor, Logan.”
“Kill…”
I silence him with another kiss, and he doesn’t resist anymore, which makes me chuckle.
He pulls away to ask, “Why are you laughing?”
“So much for your resistance.”
He glares. “Well, if you’re gonna be that way.”
He grips my wrist and starts to pull it off his cock, but… “Not exactly trying that hard, are you?”
“Seems like that wouldn’t be fair when you’re so weak.”
He says it playfully, but it still enflames my ego, aggravates me because I hate being perceived as weak. That’s not the quality of a Lorde.
“I guess you want to see how strong I really am,” I snap, releasing his cock.
I snatch his briefs at his hips, pulling and spinning him toward the wall, forcing his underwear down to his thighs, exposing that beautiful ass.
“Fuck…” I drag out. “I don’t ever want to go that long without being inside this ass again, do you understand? Is it good for me? You cleaned it out like before?”
“I did,” he reveals, which really surprises me. He glances over his shoulder. “I figured you might get to feeling up for it.”
